OldBoy

This is a product of rage and mental captivity
 This is for my fucking old boys
 Why can't I feel inside? (Why can't I feel inside?)
 Only the dermis hurts (only the dermis hurts)
 I can't get enough of this withered wreck of a man
 I tried my best for you
 You only exist in my dreams (and nightmares)
 So fuck me up and over
 Like you always do (like you always fucking do)
 I can't tell what's real
 Everything's so foreign
 But you always justify
 Those same pathetic actions
 Blinding us all
 Blinding us all
 I'm waiting for your fall
 Give in you won't get up again (never)
 You only play a game you know you'll win (you fucking cheater)
 Don't open your eyes if you're too afraid to see
 The bridges burning under your fucking feet
 You motherfucking coward
 I need to break free
 My twisted reality choking me
 I refuse to be your pet
 I'm not something you own
 Old boys always fucking die alone
 Old boys always fucking die alone
 Broadmoor, motherfucker, word is up for obscenity
 Old boys, never to be